Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1887-03-17


GUESS WHO.
1t was q deep, sweet voice. Shirley had
heard it almost every day for two years,
One is not certain but she had heard it in her
dreams, sometimes, lately. A kingly face,
with starlike eyes, bent low beside hers 1t
was a serene face now, not restless and dark
and bitter, as when we saw it first 1t was
full of peace, if still sad face at times.
II know. It's the cross, tiresome old
teacher" replied Shirley.
But, her face, aflame with gladLess and
welcome, bclied her words
Mr.. Morrison leaned his arms acSss the
back of the rustic seat beside her.
allow gorgeous the sky is" he said.
"See that cloud ship" said Shirley. ut is
perfect, with sails all set. 1t glides noise
lessly toward the Islands of the Blest. We
live there, all of tho nice people, and you,
when you are good natured." She muir
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The Islands of the Blest they say
The Islands of the Blest--
Are peaceful and happy by night and by day,
Far away in the glorious west.
They need not the moon in that land of delight
They need not the pale, pale star;
For the sun he is bright by day and by night,
Where the souls of the blessed are. .
"Romantic dreamer!" exclaimed Mr.. Nor
riSon.
"He calls me romantic. l shall never get
over it. Take any shape but that!"
"Well, you are romantic"
II am built wrong, somehow. am drawn
SO many different ways. l don't believe
there is a single impulse OF affection Of
human nature that don't feel, at one time
and another, within my own breast. You
read to me about Spinoza, despised of the
world and prosecuted, living on a crust of
bread, thinking out his sublime philosophy.
Then know there is nothing in this life so
grand as devotion to an idea. AT such times
| could march singing into the flames of
martyrdorl 1t seems to me it would be
nothing to wear sackcloth, and live on black
bread for life. But again, when I wear my
blue silk dress, Or drive with papa, and go
flashing down the road and pass everybody
elso with our new horse-I take such delight
in it that I'm ashamed of myself. l am GER
tain the life of self denial is the sublimest
life, and yet worship all the pretty things
of the world / can't understand it at all.
have felt too, sometimes, as if could commit
a murder. What does it mean, Mr.. MorrJ
son?"
"This: you tell me you are drawn so many
different ways. So it should be. Only those
who are thus drawn should ever write. To
the true singer it is given to be all things, to
know all, to love, to suffer all in his own
soul. Only then can he interpret to the race
the divine music which is everywhere, but
which it hears not, neither understands.
Divine indeed is his calling. Such one was
Shakespeare. Such one believe you will
be, you woman"
"And YETI said Shirley.
"You mean if, after all, it was not to be.
But it will be, think. There may be storm
and trouble that we don't know of in store
for you There may be hindrances that will
Yet, if it should be SO, do not give up
Patience will wear out everything in time
let me give you q bit Of philosophy. have
upheld myself with it when everything else
failed. / have learned it at last, made it G
part of my life. Think of it in the time tc
come, when-when I am gone. 1t is this
Reconcile yourself to the inevitable.'"
But the girl quite passed by the bit oi
philosophy, though she heard it,
care you going away, Mr.. Morrison" shc
asked. .|...
eyes, in ten minutes. Jim Sweet will bc
waiting for me at the gate, to take me to tht
stage"
She was silent little. Then she counted
on her fingers.
"You will not be back till the vacation il
over. That will be six-eight weeks"
SHIRLEY" said the master, in low, thrill
ing tone, Shirley, am not coming back"
The blood forsook her face and fled bacl
and settled around her heart. The master
looked away. When he opened his lips
presently, the words came broken and witt
difficulty, at first as though by powerful
self command he compelled himself to speak
He said: ..g ,..- .at' ...3 3
II only decided to go to day, suddenly.
must go tonight. I must not wait till to-
morrow, even, for fear tho temptation to re
main hers wolld be stronger than my will.
dare not tell what you have taught me-
me, your teacher. had lost all desire for
| life when came here You gavo me back
hope. All the labor of mems brains was to
me weariness and trifle. You gave me
! back the desire towork, to raise myself aboye
! the common herd by worthy action. .r ly
| "I was soul in torment. | met you, my
poet pupil, and you brought me peace. You
| gave me back courage and faith i'll tho right
/ goto Join the workers. Perhaps you viii
hear" of me, child All that my life might
have been before it shall be now, and more
| You will make it SO. How can thank you
Q, my angel, my blessed iuspirerF' ,.ol ..as
"But-you--you 60 away, !" she gqsped.
II dare not stay" he said. II 60 because
it is best--best." gN- "'t H3
"But you will write--write to papaT 2h'
,H"When Ican--if ever can, will write tx
you; will come back to you. Iwould hk'
you to remember that always asiffry sr,
Both faces wero pale This was too pain
| FIJI,
shiiisy tried to smile, but it was veal
effort She had not learned then the iror